Spoken Poetry Tungkol Sa Pamilya นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“P-Pero Tita, a-ayoko na hong ituloy pa ang panloloko natin sa kaniya.” “Look, sa tingin mo matatanggap niya ang ginawa natin laban sa kaniya? Sa tingin mo titingin pa siya sa ’yo lalo na sa mga mata mo nang dahil sa panloloko at panlilinlang mo sa kaniya? And how about the money that we spent para lang matubos mo ang bahay at lupa ng pamilya mo?”

I clink my glass, the sharp sound cutting through the chatter until every eye is on me. ”Alright, alright, settle down” I say, my voice booming with a warmth I can't quite hide. I give a mischievous glint toward the younger ones. ”Before we all fall into a food coma or drown in any more tears—thanks to Ashton and Xander over there for setting the bar so high—I’d like to say a few words.” I take a deep breath, the scent of the Christmas roast filling the air. ”Looking at this table, I’m reminded that a house is just wood and stone. But a family... a family is the heartbeat that makes it a home. Marcus, Lucas” I turn to them, my voice softening.

Finally midnight came and it was time for my father to give his yearly speech, with a glass in hand he thanked everyone that had attended, excusing those that couldn't attend for worthwhile reasons, he gushed about sentimental nonsense saying a park was a family and other silly things like that. I really had to hold myself back from laughing. It was hard for me to even see my own family as family, much less a bunch of strangers that just happened to live in the same territory as me, but my apathy to his speech didn't stop me from enjoying the moments leading up to Barry's announcement. He gave a toast and then finally surrendered the floor to Barry. “Finally,” I said under my breath, my hear

wika ng anak habang nakataas ang mga kamay at sabik mayakap ang kanyang amang dumating sa kanilang munting tahanan. For the memory of Late PSSG. John Ventura. PNP Class Magkaisa 2014 Special Action Force. Wakas. "'Di malilinlang ng anumang patawang-likha ng mundo, dahil nananaig ang budhi ng kababaang loob, namamahay ito hindi sa mga bigkas ng salita o kahit ng anumang sugat ng digmaan. Magiging matatag ito at walang katinag-tinag, hindi galing sa hangin o ano pa man kundi sa pintig ng kanyang mabuting puso."

"Huh?" "Anong nangyari?" inayos ni Yesha ang pagbibitbit niya ng kaniyng bag. Dinig na rinig naman niya kung gaano kalalim ang paghugot nito ng paghinga. "Wala naman. Halatang wala na talagang pag-asa. Sinubukan ko na, e. Pero sa t'wing babalik ako sa kanila, palagi rin nilang ibinabalik ang usapan sa akin na siguro kung sumunod ako sa kanila, hindi mangyayari ito. Hindi masisira ang pamilya namin. Hindi ako malalayo sa kanila." Sobrang naaawa siya sa kalagayan nito. Hindi nito deserve ang ganitong klase ng buhay. Kilala niya ang kaibigan niyang. Sobrang buti nitong tao at halatang ang gusto lang naman nito ay maging masaya. Ang gusto lang naman nito ay magmahal ng lalaking nais niyang mahal

Malamig sa kanyang pisngi ang palad ni Tala, masarap ito sa kanyang balat. “Dalawang bagay ang dapat mong malaman tungkol sa pamilya ko. Una, madali kaming makatulog. Pangalawa, hindi kami madaling malasing. Kaya wala sa amin ang hangover hangover na yan!” “Pambihira!” natawa silang dalawa. Sinapo ni Limuel ang kamay ng dalaga na nasa kanyang pisngi.

As the condensation of thought and perception approached the living, flowing emanation surrounding flesh and bone, Poe’s ki was the first to be reached. Poe’s faltering voice and instant suspicion is not what Hunter had expected. He loosed the swell (but not before he felt Poe’s suspicion turning to doubt) and let the keening drain into the aether, leaving no trace. “It is a foolish pursuit to settle family at the leading edge of the unknown.” The speaker’s words came pitched through a high, nasally voice. “Why do you believe such? Has there been some difficulty that has not reached our ears?” “There is . . . uncertainty. The area prospers and swells. Swells so that some think to make their

My throat tightens, but I raise my head to the moon. And when the first note leaves my chest, strong, steady, alive, the pack follows. A thousand voices rise in unity. The sound carries across the forest, through the wind, through the stars. And as I stand there, with my parents beside me and the moon shining down, I finally understand what we were all fighting for. Not power. Not a prophecy. But this. Family. Home. Love. Always love.

"Ha! That old hag isn't my grandmother. I want Kasey to be my grandmother. Kasey's beautiful, dresses nicely, and she's rich. This old woman won't even buy me snacks. She's so cheap!" Kasey then pulled out a dress. "Faith, dear. This is for you. It's a foreign designer brand." The entire table burst into laughter. Noah shot me a look. "Come on, Mom. The family is sharing a meal. Don't ruin the mood." I looked at the frayed edges of my sleeve, feeling as if someone had ripped my heart apart. "Family? Ruin the mood? We're no family." I looked up and flipped the table over. Plates went crashing, and shards flew everywhere. Kasey cried out in shock, and Connor instinctively shielded her.

Encouraging them to keep the faith in God and also in family. After that, it was time for me to give the speech I'd spent hours preparing. I once again climbed the pulpit and started with a poem by Chinonso Chime titled "Immortal"; Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush,